Salvation a la Mode and a Cup of Tea

"I'm gonna fuck you right here...right now," PJ growled up to Rebecca.

"Please," her hoarse and tattered voice begged.

Before the taste of that word had left Rebecca's mouth, she could feel PJ roughly pawing at the snap of her slacks. With a few frantic twists, the clasp and zipper were undone and PJ's right hand was inside her pants. Ashamed at just how moistened her silk panties had become as PJ clawed his fingers across the thin patch of fabric covering her vagina, Rebecca let out a high pitched shriek when he ripped her pants and panties simultaneously down to her knees.

Raising his right foot into the air, PJ quickly stomped down with it until the clothing that had been wedged between Rebecca's knees was pushed all the way down to her ankles, leaving her completely exposed from her waist to her feet.

Stunned by the animalistic but efficient way PJ was going about undressing her, Rebecca couldn't help but notice the man's grotesquely aroused cock as it pushed through the opening of the robe.

"OOHHH," she shuddered, fixated intently on the swaying piece of marbled manhood that would soon splitting her open.

"No way to stop this now," Rebecca's inner voice squeezed, her body quickly going limp as PJ lifted her up and placed her bare ass flush against the soaked counter.

Sandwiched between the irresistible force of PJ's body and the slippery countertop behind her, Rebecca winced and cried out loud when he stabbed his virile, thick spear into a woman's cunt for the first time in over five years. Rebecca's sizzling wet vagina flared into a tight pink ring around PJ's penetrating manhood, her entire levitated body spasming as PJ groped at her breasts through her now mangled silk blouse.

Once PJ had secured a foothold with his cock inside her quim, Rebecca could feel the full force of the man's 220 pound frame slamming into her barely 125 pound body each time he violently thrusted forward. Her ass securely perched against the counter, Rebecca couldn't fathom the image of her feet bouncing wildly in the air in front of her as her naked, outstretched legs flailed recklessly to each side of her younger lover.

Time had seemingly sprung a leak for Rebecca as she became swept up in the primal immediacy of what PJ was doing. The seconds in her head were now being counted off with each pounding collision of PJ's torso into hers. Sex had never been so raw, stripped away of pretense and sudden for Rebecca and she began to feel as if she might pass out from the frantic and brutal workout the long deprived Ex-Con was putting her through.

Rebecca could feel the entire world around her going black, and all five of her senses exploded with ever increasing intensity as each of PJ's ramming thrusts crashed into her pulsing vaginal sheath. Her head had become so detached from the heaving vessel of her body, Rebecca had a hard time believing that it was her own pussy that was being stretched to its very limits.

With a savage grunt, PJ's body tensed and his gyrating pelvis slowed until his rotating thrusts were executed with a deep, calculated precision. Suddenly, it felt as if a bottle of champagne had exploded between Rebecca's legs, splattering glob after glob of pearly white cum through her screaming, and now saturated, depths.

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She had, in fact, blacked out from her and PJ's nearly simultaneous orgasm.

For the first few moments after coming to, Rebecca thought everything that had happened had just been an extremely graphic dream. That notion was quickly expelled when she felt the slimy residue of PJ's ejaculate washing copiously through her genitals.

"It still feels like his cock is pumping up and down inside me," Rebecca dazedly marvaled as the pistoning imprint of PJ's thorough fucking lingered inside her loins.

"It's like being in the eye of a hurricane," Rebecca imagined, having survived the first torrential onslaught of PJ's pent up lust, only to be given a momentary breather before the next wave tore through her.

Extending her hands out to each side before she had even mustered the courage to open her eyes, Rebecca could feel the familiar grains and softness of her bedroom comforter against her fingertips and she knew PJ must have carried her back to her bedroom after having his way with her in the kitchen.

"That's the shower," she said softly when she heard the dull hiss of the water running in the master bathroom.

"He hasn't had a good, long and carefree shower in over five years...I guess he's gonna take as many as he can...just like he's gonna take you as many times as he can," the untethered voice inside Rebecca's head prophetically added.

When she heard the shower turn off, Rebecca finally tried peeling open her eyes. Soon after, through her slitted gaze, Rebecca could see PJ emerge from the bathroom, no robe this time, only a towel wrapped around his shoulders as he dried himself off.

Motionless on the bed, a strange sensation of being a piece of captured prey swept through Rebecca as she watched PJ pace side to side by the bed. Unable to think of anything to say, Rebecca just laid there and watched PJ disappear out of the bedroom and up the hall to get himself something to drink, completely naked, free and easy as if her home was his.

While PJ was gone, Rebecca moved her right hand up to her belly before lowering it directly down to the smelting remnants of her brutalized vagina, just to make sure it was still attached to her body. When she ran her fingers through the swollen and gooey muck of pubic hair, seminal fluid and pulpy flesh, a mixture of cringing disgust and unbridled excitement tingled down her spine.

"You're letting a homeless ex-con just saunter naked around your house...have you lost your mind?" a weak vestige of Rebecca's inner sensibilities screamed.

"You just let him saunter freely through you...why wouldn't he think everything else here belonged to him," came the rational, but rather painful to accept answer from the other side of her brain.

An eternity seemed to pass before PJ came back down the hall. Seeming to stalk Rebecca as she rested on the bed, he took as casual sip of water he'd brought from the kitchen before easing down beside her. Kissing her softly, first on the cheek, then on the shoulder and breast, PJ once again began measuring the slightly built married woman, this time in her own marital bed.

Her back to PJ's chest, Rebecca could feel the young man's hardened heart beat against her shoulder blade as he rubbed his hands up and down her naked frame. Blindly feeling PJ's dick starting to grow once again behind her, tapping like an eager snake at the back of her thighs, Rebecca instinctively knew it wouldn't be long before he was inside of her for a second time.

After a few moments of petting and prodding from PJ, the unleashed animal between Rebecca's legs had shoved the exhaustion the rest of her body was feeling to the backburner. As if on autopilot, Rebecca shifted from her side to flat on her back so that she and PJ were kissing face to face as he felt her up. So submerged in her own desperation and debauchery, any concern that she was frolicking around with a complete stranger in her own house, while her Husband was nowhere to be found, had been completely erased.

Before she knew it, PJ once again had bear hugged her exhausted body in his arms and raised Rebecca into the air, depositing her matted and sloppy pussy on top of his torso. Her legs now straddled out to each side of PJ's waist, Rebecca swayed several times in that kneeling position until she could somewhat gain her balance.

For the first time since being invited inside of Rebecca's house, PJ felt he could lay back and take the time to enjoy the surreal moment that had been thrust upon him. What he had done with her in the kitchen had been all about uncorking his long, pent-up lust. While the by-product of that had been Rebecca losing consciousness from such a debilitating orgasm of her own, the act from PJ's end was merely to satisfy his own selfish needs.

With Rebecca now re-positioned on top of him, PJ got a clear sense of just how much his presense had needled, like a thirsty tick, into something deeply lacking in the married woman's life. He knew now he was the one in control.

Flat on his back with her perched on top of him, PJ looked up at Rebecca and salivated at the way her small breasts danced and swayed against her chest at the same time her pretty face fought making direct eye contact down with him, for the fear of shame that would surely come from it. Tracing his fingers slowly over the smooth, clammy flesh of Rebecca's hips and thighs, PJ gracefully reached behind her with his right hand to stabilize his painfully pulsing and anxious manhood.

Steadying the stiff rod straight into the air, PJ gradually nudged Rebecca's crotch off his waist until he could drop her flaming and already soiled pussy back down on top of his jock.

"UURRGGRHHAAHHH," Rebecca's voice escaped in a throaty rasp, relief welling in her soul that PJ had once again lodged himself into that throbbing void.

Rocking Rebecca back and forth several times to re-lubricate his jutting staff, PJ increased the pace of his rhythm gradually until she was able to match his grinding thrusts. Her nipples as hard and round as acorns, Rebecca dropped her hands down on top of PJ's chest to support her withering weight as she pushed her cunt down repeatedly on his groin. Just as the two found the perfect friction however, Rebecca's cell phone rang.

"NOOOOO," she groaned defiantly, her body lurching hard from the ultimate cliché of disturbances.

PJ bristled for a moment as the phone rang again, but something deep within his constitution decided the interruption wasn't going to put a stop to what was unfolding on Rebecca's bed. Putting his right hand securely on Rebecca's waist to keep her glowing and leaky pussy in place, PJ reached over to the nightstand with his left and squeezed her cell phone just as the third ring chimed.

"Answer it," he said matter of factly before putting the phone in her hand.

"It's... my...Husband," Rebecca choked her words when she saw the number on the caller ID.

"Then talk to him," PJ calmly replied before the phone rang again.

"I...can't...what will...I...," Rebecca's voice tremored as she rested there on top of her shameless lover, his cock still buried all the way up inside her.

"OH...GOD," she wept before finally pressing the talk button.

"Hello," she meakly greeted her Husband.

A subtle, but noticeable grin spread across PJ's weathered face as he looked up and watched the machinations the married woman went through trying to have a conversation with her faraway Husband.

"No...I'm fine...just a little tired...I just laid down to take a nap after work," Rebecca seemed to plead as an excuse for her disheveled tone.

"Where are you?" she asked, curious both about where he disappeared to, and why, as well as hoping for preservation sake, he wasn't on his way home.

"When are you coming home then?" she asked after not getting a forthright answer to her first question.

Resting on top of PJ, speared on his jutting manhood as she tried making some sense of her marital situation, a rapid and fiery blush rushed across her face and neck when the homeless man reached up and started groping at her breasts as she talked to Neal. Feeling Rebecca's bare feet tap and dig feverishly at the mattress to each side of his waist, PJ forced his hips down into the bedding before ramming his crotch upwards, causing the tiny woman perched on top of him to violently cringe and shiver.

"Oh...Ah...I had... to...sneeze," Rebecca lied to her Husband as she fought the overwhelming urge to scream out loud.

"Stop," the married woman's spastic eyes seemed to beg down to PJ even though her vaginal muscles continued to intensify their molten grip around his submerged cock.

The conversation between Rebecca and Neal became more and more disjointed by the second as she knelt there on top of her naked lover, being torn apart by her own depraved lust and disgust for her Husband.

Not giving Rebecca a moment's reprieve, PJ reached up and pressed his thumb against the married woman's bulging clit, causing her pussy to flare even tighter around his embedded manhood. Savoring the way her entire body shivered and lurched each time he touched her, PJ patiently continued to listen to the surreal conversation playing out on Rebecca's cell phone.

Finally lifting his back off the sheets below, PJ gracefully eased his face up to Rebecca's chest before parting his lips and taking half of her left tit into his mouth. Immediately swooning when she felt PJ's lips suction around her areola and his teeth gently nip at her juicy nipple, Rebecca had to fight to keep her grip on the phone as her Husband continued to talk franticly into her ear.

Feeling the edge of Rebecca's chin grind against the top of his scalp, PJ could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his cheek as he suckled at her breast. Leaning up in the seated position he was in with Rebecca draped across him, PJ's cock was forced so deep into the naked woman's vaginal recesses that he could feel a low guttural purr beginning to rattle from her lungs.

PJ was close enough to the phone's earpiece that he could hear Neal Quinn's voice plead into his wife's ear.

"Rebecca...Are you OK...Rebecca...what's wrong...Are you alright?" he asked repeatedly.

PJ then took Rebecca's ass securely into his hands and gradually increased the velocity and depth of his cruel, pelvic jabs until her sweaty body completely gave out and she collapsed in a mangled heap down on top of him.

Her limp and convulsing body flowering around his torso, PJ sped the maliciousness of his thrusts until he could see Rebecca's grip on the cell phone weaken with each stabbing blow out of the corner of his eye, until it dropped with a dull thud from her fingers down to the matted sheets below, leaving her Husband's gruff and confused voice bellowing from the receiver.

"Rebecca...Rebecca...," his voice echoed through the phone as his wife of over 20 years bounced and grinded on top of the homeless man, her face buried against his chest to muzzle her frantic screams.

"YEAH...COME ON...YEEAAHHH...CUM RIGHT ON TOP OF ME, DAMMMITT" PJ demanded, now with no regard for the still activated phone resting to his side.

The rattle of the mattress springs intensified furiously in the following moments until Rebecca was left with no choice but to cum.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHH AAAHHHHHHHHHHH," she cried, feeling her entire body explode in glorious agony and release as PJ held her tight on top of his maniacally thrusting cock.

Tears streamed from Rebecca's eyes, leaking down PJ's chest, at the same time her own pungent and slick arousal oozed like a punctured water balloon all over his straining crotch.

Suddenly there was nothing but a heavy and lasting silence coming from the strewn aside cell phone receiver...

THE END

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